Rest Easy

On February 11, 2009, I lost a good friend. He was there to protect me, comfort me and make me feel happy even at my saddest times. This friend was not human however. He was a there year young Rottweiler named Kaiden LeRoy. In January of 2009, me and my step-dad knew something was wrong with Kaiden. He was not able to hold down his food and he was losing a lot of weight. We rushed him to the vet and I waited by the desk while my step-dad was back with the veterinarian for over two hours. When he came out crying with Kaiden, I knew it was not good. Kaiden had cancer. The vet said it was too late to do anything and that it took up 3/4 of his stomach.

At 2:00 PM on February 11, 2009, Kaiden was put down. If we had kept him alive any longer, he would have had to suffer and die slowly. I was the only person in the family in the room where he was laid to rest. My step-dad could not mentally do it and my mom was at work. I held my dog while he took his last breath. We had him cremated and he is now on our mantel with his collar around him.

I would give anything to have him back. Even after four years, it is still hard to comprehend that he is gone. If I think hard enough, I can still hear him bark.

Rest Easy Kaiden LeRoy.

Maybe One Day He Will Know My Name

A lot of people look up to family or even some best friends to value. I value someone who does not even know my name, and his name is Austin Robert Carlile. I have been through a lot of ups and downs in my life recently, often hitting rock bottom. One specific night after a heated argument with my parents, I remember feeling like I was not worth anything anymore. On top of the argument, my grand daddy had just passed away that morning. My best friend was on the phone with me to help me cope as much as she could and get through what I was going through. I told her how I was feeling and she told me to look up a band named Of Mice & Men. The first song I heard made the tears flow like a river down my cheeks. The song, named Second & Sebring was about Austin's mother passing away and how he hopes she is proud of who he has become. It reminded me of how my grand daddy had always told me to be who I am and to become who ever I want to become. Then I thought for a while. I realized that if he could make it through the death of his mother, under-go a heart surgery that could have killed him, and still make it to the man he is today, then I can survive, too.

After a few weeks of listening to this band and learning the deep and meaningful lyrics behind the songs, I wanted to hear more about Austin's experiences. When his mother died, he was only 17 years old and it was a really tough time for him to get through. Not long after, he was told he could not go on stage or record his new album because of his heart condition. He later got the heart surgery and as soon as they cleared him, he went into the studio and began recording. Although, the one story that impacts me the most was about a fan of his that died of cancer. In a tear-filled interview, he talks about her and how he wished he would have had the chance to meet her, and he began to cry. A couple weeks after she passed, he got a tattoo of her name on his knee to show his care and love for her. That made me realize that I do not want him to know my name by hearing about my death. I want him to know me by meeting me in person and hearing me thank him for being there for his fans after everything he has gone through in his life.

I value him for saving my life, even though he does no even know my first name.

The Most Interesting Thing I Did All Summer...... And Maybe Even My Whole Life.

I did do something exciting this summer, although I was on my laptop most of the time. One interesting thing I did was feed a White Bengal Tiger. Since my mom woke me up early and told me we were going to the Lorain Fair, I was really tired most of the day. I do not really like fairs or any public events so I was not very excited. We walked around all day in the heat, I was not allowed to ride anything, and  my feet were hurting. Although, just as we were leaving, I saw some big orange tarps and they had a photo of a White Bengal Tiger on them. After ten minutes of begging and arguing with my parents, they finally agreed to it. When we got in, I saw three baby tigers, a male adult tiger and a female adult tiger. The caretaker came up to me and handed me a pair of tongs that was holding a raw piece of meat. She led me up to the cage and the male tiger approached. His paws were the size of my head! The keeper instructed me to push the tongs between the bars on the cage. The tiger at it quickly and I saw his teeth, which were extremely long and sharp. It was one of the coolest experiences I have ever had, and it was even better considering the White Bengal Tiger is my second favorite animal. This is a memory I will keep with me for a long time!

♥ Not A Stereotypical Tiffany ♥

I am not a typical Tiffany.

Popularity
Should mean everything to me.
I should depend on my friends
More than I should depend
On myself.

I am my own world!
I am independent
And prefer to hide in my shell
Rather then depend on others
When life gets the better of me.

I am not a typical Tiffany.

Tiffany's are usually blonde,
So they are stupid,
Right?
That is what the stereotypes say
After all.

I am bright, intelligent, creative!
I can think for myself
And accomplish things
No one could ever imagine,
even though
I have stereotypical hair to match my stereotypical name.

I am not a typical Tiffany.

I am supposed to be
Captain of the cheer squad
Alongside my quarterback boyfriend,
And no girl
Is allowed to make
My heart melt in my chest.

I have terrible coordination
And I am way too shy.
Gender does not matter to me.
Male or female,
I do not date
Simply out of popularity.

I am not a typical Tiffany.

I am supposed to love
Being in front of the camera,
Always the center of attention.
I should always make sure
I look pretty and perfect.
Besides,
My name is Tiffany after all.

I am self-conscious,
Never liking the flashing lights.
I prefer being behind the scenes,
Because I hate
Being the scene.

I am not a typical Tiffany,
For I am
AN ORIGINAL!